i smile at the assortment of ingredients organized into an orderly line. waiting for me to transform them into something completely different. they've never cooperated on this with me before today. but it's a new day, and i'm owed a success, in light of recent anatomical failures. (the class, not my body.) i think how i should drop out and become a baker. i would give away anything i made till i had nothing. you can't be bitter about sweets after all. perhaps that's not a smart idea.
but anyway. cake is my nemesis. pie, cookies, brownies, blondies, tarts, crisps, shortbread, even cheesecake. but any attempt i've made at cake, hasn't even come close to resembling what you would bring to a birthday party. today was different. and after a superfluously messy assimilation of ingredients, and seventeen minutes of dull anticipation. i reach into the oven to take out six perfectly risen, moist, cups of spongy chocolate love. i have no idea what i did differently. to be honest the recipe wasn't even too meticulously followed.
but something agreed with me.
and after the past few days of feeling like i don't really know anything. it's nice to know i can bake a cake.
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